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Dennis_Churaev [7]
3 years ago
15

The focus of the literary analysis should be

English
2 answers:
n200080 [17]3 years ago
7 0

The answer is A. a clearly-stated thesis. =) Hope this helps

sertanlavr [38]3 years ago
5 0
I think that the answer is D
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